High School Trouble: a Dan, Phil, Chris and PJ fanfic
by fireflyhelen
Summary: Helen, Gemma, Abbie and Heidi are four girls attending high school that talk a bit too much during class really annoying Mr Howell (Danisnotonfire), Mr Lester (Amazingphil), Mr Liguori (Kickthepj) and Mr Kendall (Crabstickz) Miss Fletcher (itswaypastmybedtime) and Mr McDonnell (Charlieissocoollike)!
1. Chapter 1

"Um, Mr Lester?" I tapped my tall, dark haired English teacher on the shoulder. He sighed and turned around.

"What now, Helen?"

"I um… I don't understand this question," I said, pointing to the third question on the sheet.

"Helen, we're twenty minutes into the period and you only have two questions done?" he asked me sternly, "You know I might have to split you four up if this is all you get done in that time," He pointed over at the table in the back corner of the room where my three friends, Heidi, Abbie and Gemma were sitting, laughing at the word "coming" on the worksheet. I sighed and rolled my eyes, they were so immature at times. "Now, what don't you understand?"

"Well, on this question it asks how old the girl in the story is, but it doesn't say in the text," I handed him the text book and he frowned, "What?" I asked.

"Helen," He sighed, "There's another side," He turned the page over to reveal a whole other page of writing, "You need to focus more on your work, and talk less, now read that page, sit back down, and get on with your work, quietly,"

I grunted and walked back over to my table to where my three friends were sitting, "there's another page,"

"Well that explains everything," Abbie said, flicking over in her book. I picked up my pen and began to answer the next question, suddenly Gemma, who was sitting beside me, nudged me really hard, knocking my hand and putting a huge line across my page.

"Oh my god, what the heck Gemma?" I gave her a look and she laughed, putting her head face down on the desk, "Heidi, have you got tip ex?"

"No, sorry," Heidi said, flicking her straight, brown hair off her face.

"It's alright," I sighed, crumpling up the file page and starting from scratch on a new one, trying my best not to get distracted by the annoying boy behind me who kept clicking his pen, I kept my head down and worked for another solid five minutes then realised something, "Oh, shit," I said, looking up. All three of my friends looked up too.

"What?" They said in chorus.

"We were meant to go to a detention with Mr Howell this lunchtime, remember?"

"Crap!" Abbie exclaimed, throwing her pen down in front of her, "I knew I had forgotten _something_,"

"Oh no,"Heidi groaned, face planting the table.

"Oh well, Mr Howell's probably forgotten about it, you know what he's like," As soon as Gemma said that there was a creak as the door opened and Mr Howell, A tall, handsome, dark brown haired guy, walked in.

"Mr Lester?" He said, his eyes scanning the classroom, for us no doubt, I thought, biting my nails.

"Oh no," I heard Abbie mumble

"Would you mind if I spoke to a few girls in this class please?" He asked, looking directly at us.

"Who would you like to speak to?" Mr Lester asked, pretending not to notice the worried looks on our faces.

"Abbie, Gemma, Heidi and Helen, please," Mr Howell said. He walked over to speak to Mr Lester and I overheard their conversation.

"What have they done now, Dan?"

"Guess,"

"I don't know, what?"

"Missed _another_ detention, Phil, I think we may have to call their parents," Mr Howell gestured for us to come over. We stood up and slowly walked over to the two teachers, my heart was beating faster than ever before, not my parents, I thought, oh please dear god not my parents.

"Girls," Mr Howell started, "You are disruptive, noisy, and downright annoying! Why didn't you come to your detention?"

"We forgot," Gemma said, twisting a strand of her long, dyed red hair.

"So, just like you forgot yesterday, and the day before, and the day before _that_," He raised his eyebrows at her, "Tomorrow, afterschool, my room," He abruptly straightened his tie, and walked out.

"Twat," I muttered, wiping my sweaty hands on my skirt, my hands ten to sweat when I'm nervous.

"Oh my God, tomorrow's Friday, we're supposed to be going downtown afterschool," Heidi wined as we walked back to our desk.

"Look at it as a positive thing," I said, taking my seat, "If our parents think we're downtown then they'll not know we're at a detention,"

"Helen, sometimes you're too much of an optimist," Abbie frowned.

"There's nothing wrong with being positive," I protested, "and anyway I'm happy that the glass is always half full with me,"

"That's what Mark said…." Abbie mumbled then giggled, it didn't even sound that dirty at all.

"Abbie," I groaned, rolling my eyes, "Just no," Mark was a cute, sweet, shy guy who I had a little crush on, but I wasn't obsessed, "Abbie, you're sixteen, stop acting twelve," We got on with our work for what felt like hours, and when the bell finally rang for home time, it was like all my prayers had been answered.

I lay in bed that night, staring at the glow in the dark stars I had stuck to my ceiling and went over in my head everything that had happened today, a detention, I thought, I had never had a detention before, but recently, the four of us had started getting a bit loud, and had started distracting each other from schoolwork. We had already been separated in most classes apart from English, Drama and Art. We had Mr Liguori for art, he was a young man, about twenty six, the same age as Mr Lester. All the girls loved him because he was so attractive and yes, he was very handsome with piercing green eyes and a gorgeous smile, but I wasn't really attracted to him that much and Heidi, Gemma and Abbie have always wondered why not, simple answer, I don't know. I remember in geography how much we pissed off Mr Kendall, we actually drove him to the point where he threatened to lock Gemma in the cupboard if she didn't shut up. Obviously when he said this it drove all four of us into uncontrollable laughter, then when he told us to be quiet and get on with what we had to do, we started giggling every five seconds, breaking the peaceful silence of the entire class, Mr Kendall had split us up, and we were all in opposite corners of the room now. I sighed and laughed, remembering those times, I turned onto my side, staring at the figures on my alarm clock, glowing bright red, 11:11 pm. Make a wish, I thought closing my eyes and wished for the one thing I had always wanted…


	2. Chapter 2

The first thing I remembered when I woke up that morning was the detention, I groaned and threw back the covers, "stupid Mr Howell," I muttered, sitting up and rubbing my eyes, "stupid, stupid Mr Howell," I groggily got out of bed and padded to my bathroom to have a shower. When I finished I got dressed and headed downstairs to make myself cereal, I was greeted by my mum in the kitchen.

"Helen?" She said as I brought a bowl out of the cupboard.

"Yes?" I replied, pouring some cornflakes into it.

"Is there anything you would like to tell me?" I bit my lip hard, had Mr Howell phoned her? Oh dear I thought, please no, please no.

"Um…"

"When were you going to tell me about the detention?" She asked, walking over to me, but me, being the silly person I am, instead of admitting I had one, I decided to deny it.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, taking my bowl to the table.

"I'm very disappointed in you," She sat opposite me, staring as I ate.

"Well it's not as if it's just me," I protested, "All four of us got one!"

"Oh so _now _you're admitting it," She stood up and walked round the table, "I'll clean that up," She took my bowl over to the sink and began to wash it out, "Your father will pick you up outside the school at half past four, ok?" I nodded my head quickly and stood up, grabbing my bag.

"I'll see you then," I called as I left the house, walking briskly up the road to my bus stop.

_ABBIE'S POV _

I ran quickly down the stairs of our old cottage and through the door of our kitchen, I'm going to be late, I thought, this is going to be the latest I've ever been, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. I scooped up last night's homework and threw it into my school bag. There was no time for breakfast and my mum was already waiting outside in the jeep, I quickly grabbed my phone from the hall table and put in my blazer pocket as I ran out the door and hopped in beside her.

"A detention," My mum said as we pulled out of the drive and down the mucky, bumpy country lane, how did she find out?

"Um… yeah," I sighed, running my fingers nervously through my messy hair, in the rush of getting ready this morning I had forgotten to brush it.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked, keeping her eyes straight ahead.

"I didn't want to disappoint you," I lied; the real reason was that I was scared silly she might ground me.

"You're grounded," I didn't bother protesting, there was no way I could win this one. I leaned my head against the window and took my phone out to text Heidi.

_GEMMA'S POV _

I finished eating my breakfast and poured the milk down the sink. I had my earphones in and was in my own little world when suddenly I jumped as someone tapped my shoulder. I quickly turned around to see my father, looking very stern. I pulled my earphones out and looked up at him.

"Gemma," He said, I bit my nails, what if he's found out about the detention, I thought, "A teacher at your school, going by the name of Mr D Howell has just phoned me up and told me about your disruptive behaviour in class with those other three spanners,"

"Um… I…" I stuttered

"And I know about your detention," He lifted up the newspaper on the kitchen table, sat down and began to read.

"Do you have anything else to add to that?" I asked, confused as to why he wasn't yelling at me.

"Nope, just letting you know that I know and I'll pick you up afterwards," This confused me even more, he should be mad, or if not mad at least disappointed.

"Aren't you disappointed?"

"A little, but, what can I do about it?" He said, turning a page in his paper. I shrugged and flung my bright red schoolbag over my shoulder.

"Bye!" I called as I walked out the door and ran quickly up the road to meet Helen at the bus stop.

_HEIDI'S POV _

I finished straightening the last strand of my hair and flicked my straightening irons off, fixing my fringe properly with my fingers. I stared around at my messy bedroom. I'll tidy that up when I get back, I thought, standing up and leaving my straighteners to cool on my dressing table. I checked my phone to see if I had any unread texts, just one from Abbie, I opened it up and read:

_Omg I think mr howell phoned all of our parents cos my mum knows about the DT, just a warning. _

"Crap," I breathed as I heard a knock on my bedroom door, it opened and my mum walked in.

"I'm not impressed, Heidi," She sighed.

"So, you know about the…"

"Detention," My mum finished, frowning, then she said the two words that no daughter ever wants to hear from her mother, "You're grounded," I groaned as my mum left the room, grounded… for how long, a week? Two? I sighed, I only remember being grounded once before, when I was fourteen, I got annoyed ant my mum and flushed her phone down the toilet, so this was serious business. I slipped my Phone into my pocket and ran quickly down the stairs, picking up my schoolbag from the hall floor.

"Mum! I'm leaving" I shouted as I left the house and as it was only a couple of minutes away, strolled down the road to school.


	3. Chapter 3

_HELEN'S POV _

"Helen!" I turned around to see Gemma running towards me, she came to an abrupt halt inches in front of me.

"What? Did your parents find out too?" I asked, hoping she was in the same situation as me.

"Yeah," I breathed a sigh of relief at her reply, did Heidi and Abbie's parents find as well? "But my Dad didn't seem that annoyed," She continued, frowning and sitting down on the bench.

"What?!" I exclaimed, her dad was quite a strict parent, so this was really unusual, "My mum was furious!"

"Yeah, I have no clue why, he just said he was a little disappointed,"

"This is all Mr Howell's fault," I groaned, joining her on the bench, "He probably phoned all of our parents,"

"What did your mum say?" She asked, taking a brush out of her bag and brushing through her long, shiny red hair.

"She grounded me," I sighed as Gemma put the hairbrush back in her bag and through it on the ground.

"Unlucky," She sighed as our bus pulled up and we got on.

"So, for this project you will work together in groups of either thee or four," Mr Kendall droned on as Me, Heidi, Abbie and Gemma looked at each other in excitement, "But the four spoons, may certainly not work together," Did he mean us? We all frowned, "Yes I mean you," Mr Kendall said, as if reading our thoughts, "_I _will decide the groups, do I make myself clear?" A loud groan spread across the classroom as I saw Abbie put her head face down on the desk. I really didn't want to work with anyone else, literally. It was either on my own or with _them_. "The groups will be as follows:"

"Oh no," I heard Heidi whine

"Heidi, James, William and Scott," The three people that she literally hated _the_ most. I sighed. Who was I going to get put with? "Dalia, Brandon and…" Please not me, I thought, please not me, the two people I really couldn't stand, "Helen." I internally screamed. What? Why? Really? I could barely spend one lesson with them, never mind do a whole geography project with them. Brandon, the most stuck up, stupid faced dimbo Sherwood there ever was. And Dalia, the slut, thinks she's better than everyone else, she always has so much make up on her face that she looks orange, but still, I had to work with them, I had no choice, if you protested with the young, attractive Mr Kendall, he would definitely phone your parents, so I pushed that thought out of my mind straight away. "Abbie, Aurora and Adam… ha ha… three a's!" I hated when Mr Kendall did that, laughed at himself, it was so annoying, he wasn't even funny. Abbie faced palmed, I knew she hated both of them. "Ok so Gemma with…" I looked across the room and saw Gemma sitting with her fingers crossed and her eyes screwed tightly shut, "Thomas, Chloe and Sasha,"

"Are you being serious!?" I heard her scream as she clapped her hand quickly over her mouth, realising what she had just done.

"Yes, yes I am," Mr Kendall replied surprisingly calmly. I zoned out as he called out the last of the groups, and jumped as the bell rang, signalling the end of the period. "Ok, we will start the projects next lesson, you may leave." The whole class stood up quickly and filed out of the room, I was about to leave school when Abbie stopped me.

"Uh, Helen?"

"Yeah?"

"The detention?" It had completely gone out of my mind.

"Oh dear! Yes! I forgot!" We walked beside each other down the corridor until we got to the drama room door with a laminated sign saying: "Mr D. Howell" I slowly opened it to see Heidi and Gemma sat across the room from each other, writing something on a piece of paper. Mr Howell looked up from what he was doing and eyed us up and down.

"You're late," He said.

"Sorry," I replied in the sweetest voice I could manage. Abbie and I walked over to his desk together and he handed us a textbook and a piece of file paper each. "Page two five three, read the text then answer the questions, Abbie, sit in that chair in the bottom left corner of the room, and Helen in the bottom right, please," I was actually terrified, seeing Mr Howell this angry, as he was one of the least strict teachers in the school, he was always so funny and happy but now, I was genuinely afraid of him. I slowly walked across the room, took my seat, and opened the book out flat on my desk, the title of the story was "Jessica's Bad Day" well this is going to be the most mundane comprehension I will ever do in my life, I thought, sliding down in my seat.

"Sit up, Helen," I quickly sat up as soon as I heard him speak, there was just something about his voice…

_HEIDI'S POV _

I stared at the door, where were they? Mr Howell was _not _impressed at their punctuality. Suddenly, I saw the door slowly open and Abbie and Helen appeared, looking nervous, "You're late," He said, looking the two up and down, I felt so scared for them. Surprisingly, he didn't shout, he just handed them the text books and told them to get on with it, I watched as they sat down and opened to the page we were doing, Helen sighed and slid down in her chair. But as Mr Howell told her off, I saw her eyes glisten, light up, why? He was telling her off, this wasn't a good thing! I ignored it and got on with my work when suddenly, I heard a blood curdling scream from the back of the classroom, I immediately stood up and turned around to see Abbie flapping her arms about and yelping, Mr Howell quickly got off his seat and ran to the back of the classroom, what was going on? Suddenly I saw a huge, black, furry spider slowly crawl up the leg of the chair. I knew there was nothing that Abbie feared more than spiders as she hugged Mr Howell and sobbed into his chest. "Don't be silly, Abbie," He gently pushed her away and stared down at the huge, hairy creature, "That's just a spider that escaped from the biology department, don't worry," Helen stood up and walked towards it.

"What's all the fuss abou…" I saw her stop dead in her tracks as she realised what was there, I watched the blood drain from her face as it went a pasty white colour, and she collapsed onto the floor.

"Great," Mr Howell muttered bending down and gently slapping her face, "Come on, Helen," I looked across the room and saw Gemma stand up slowly and back out the door.

_GEMMA'S POV_

I slowly backed out the door and ran for my life down to the science department to tell Mr McDonnell that the spider had escaped from biology, I knocked hard on the science room door, I'm pretty sure he said it was poisonous. I heard footsteps slowly coming down the corridor and I quickly turned around to see the curly, blonde haired, beautiful woman, Miss Fletcher, her step quickened as she saw me wrapping furiously on it.

"What's up, Gemma?" She asked, frowning, "Mr McDonnell's up in the staff room if you're looking for him,"

"The spider… escaped it's… in the… the drama room…" I stuttered

"Well, is it dangerous?"

"I don't know… but it's huge!" I replied.

"Well, come up with me and we'll get him," She said, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me up the corridor, We ran up three flights of stairs and down two corridors until we came to the staff room, Miss Fletcher flung the door straight open, this was strange as, I'd never been in here before.

"Charlie!" She yelled as she pattered towards where Mr McDonnell was sitting, enjoying a cup of tea.

"What?" He set the mug down on the coffee table in front of him and stood up.

"The spider…. You know the one you said was poisonous? Yeah, well it's escaped from biology and into our detention!"

"Oh my goodness! What room!?" He looked terrified.

"Mr Howell's drama room!" The three of us darted quickly out the door and ran all the way back down to drama, this was strange as, Mr McDonnell was the one who always told all the pupils to never run in the corridor, I ignored this fact though, as all my mind was focused on was getting that spider back into the biology room. Eventually Mr McDonnell bashed through Mr Howell's room and stood there, analysing the sight before his eyes, Heidi, who had not moved from her seat, had her knees up to her chin and was silently rocking back and forth. Helen, who was lying passed out on the ground and Abbie, who was crying into Mr Howell's chest, the spider wasn't on the leg of the chair anymore, which made me feel very uneasy.

"Explain, please," Mr Howell frowned at Mr McDonnell, "_What _is a biology experiment doing up here in my detention?"

"Dan, where did it go?" Dan? Was that Mr Howell's first name? It suited him, I thought.

"It crawled underneath the cabinet," He breathed, pushing Abbie away and walking towards Mr McDonnell.

"Quick, call an ambulance!" Miss Fletcher yelled a she ran towards Helen.

"Girls, could all three of you step out of the room while we sort this out?" Mr Howell said, as we walked slowly out the door, I slumped onto the floor as Abbie and Heidi joined me.

"Gemma, didn't you say that that thing was poisonous?" Heidi asked me, rubbing her eyes.

"Yeah, if it bit you you'd be straight in hospital," I sighed, "Is Helen alright?"

"I don't think so, you know she's terrified of spiders," Abbie replied, fixing her hair.

"I don't mind spiders, but when it comes to huge hairy poisonous ones, that's where I draw the line," I said as Miss Fletcher burst out of the room.


	4. Chapter 4

"Helen's come back round but we're taking her to the office to get her a glass of water," She said as she disappeared up the corridor with her. Moments later Mr McDonnell sprinted down the hall towards biology and Mr Howell appeared in the doorway.

"He's going to get the biology lab technician, there's no way we're going to be able to catch it by ourselves,"

"Why was he running?" I asked, concerned, suddenly my eyes caught a large, black, hairy thing moving up Mr Howell's trouser leg, I pointed at it and let out a long, loud, horrific scream. He quickly looked down and started swearing under his breath as Mr McDonnell and the lab technician made their way up the hall. Suddenly his facial expression turned serious as he looked Mr Howell directly in the eyes.

"Dan, whatever you do, don't. Move. A muscle," The technician slowly knelt down, slipped on a pair of latex gloves, carefully removed the spider from his leg and put it in a glass container. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as he disappeared back down the hall.

"Right, ok girls, back into the room and continue, please,"

_HELEN'S POV _

I lay in bed that night feeling embarrassed about the whole day, I mean, I fainted at the sight of a spider, how awkward is that? Miss Fletcher was so lovely to me, I mean she _was_ my favourite teacher, I had her for music and every lesson with her was always so fun. She once covered us in Geography when Mr Kendall was off sick, we were meant to be revising, but instead she brought out her ukulele and just played a few songs for us! She had an amazing voice, so we didn't mind at all! I rolled over and shut my eyes, waiting for sleep to come when I heard a noise from downstairs. I sat up quickly and turned the light on, I was terrified, my older brother and I were home alone as my mum and dad were out and wouldn't be back until six o'clock in the morning. I jumped out of bed, opened the door and peered across the hall to see my brother, George, standing outside his room with a baseball bat firmly gripped between his hands. "Did you hear that?" I whispered, he nodded quickly and gestured for me to come closer, but the bat reminded me, I had my hockey stick underneath my bed, I could take it just in case, "Just a second," I mouthed, disappearing back into my room, and pulling out the long, wooden, painted purple and green object. I returned to the hall and tip-toed up to my brother.

"Should we go down?" He asked quietly, pointing downstairs.

"I'm not sure," I replied, biting my nails

"Just stay behind me," He began to start slowly down the old, wooden steps which creaked only slightly at the weight of his body, I followed closely behind him, making sure I had my hockey stick at the ready. Suddenly there was a loud crash, as we both stopped dead in our tracks, quietly shaking but not wanting to admit to each other that we were scared. "Screw this," He said, swinging one leg over the banister and sliding down it, when he got to the bottom, he stood up and bowed, "Like a boss," I rolled my eyes at him, did the same, and joined him at the bottom of the stairs, "right, come on," I followed him to the kitchen, where the noise was coming from and stood outside the door with him, neither of us wanting to go in.

"Should we?" I breathed, raising my hockey stick above my shoulder.

"We have to," He answered, slowly turning the handle on the door and opening it carefully.

All I could see was darkness, "Hit the lights George," I whispered as he flicked the switch. The light spread brightly across the room and everything looked relatively normal, but something wasn't quite right, I just couldn't figure out what. Then I heard it, a scream, a long, loud, blood curdling shout. Then something spine-chilling popped up behind the cabinet, a ghostly pale white face with red eyes and jet black hair, bearing its huge, sharp teeth.

I opened my eyes quickly to the sound of my beeping alarm, I hated those dreams, usually I could tell when I was dreaming but these ones felt so real. I couldn't remember why I had an alarm, it was Saturday, oh yes I was meeting Gemma, Abbie and Heidi downtown, I had forgotten about that, I quickly got up, showered, dressed, blow dried and straightened my shoulder length dark brown hair.

_HEIDI'S POV_

Dan Howell, where had I heard that name before? I tried to force the thought out of my mind as I walked briskly down the street, but I just couldn't, I had definitely heard that name somewhere before, Dan Howell, I kept repeating the name over and over In my head, I had only found out his first name yesterday, and it really rang a bell, then that was when I remembered, that dude, who my Cousin Orla used to always go on about, who made videos on the internet, wasn't his name Dan Howell?

**Authors Note: **

**Hi! When I started writing this I thought it was a bit of a risky story idea but you guys seem to like it. Thank you to everyone who has favourited, followed and left reviews so far :) And please leave a review, constructive criticism is encouraged as I would like to make my writing the best as I can! But if you just have something nice to say I would love to hear it! Don't worry, there are still many more chapters of this fanfiction to come! **

**From, Helen**


	5. Chapter 5

I walked further into town and spotted Helen standing outside top shop, I ran up to her quickly and grabbed her by the shoulders, "You'll never guess what," Helen gave me a quizzical look

"No, I won't," she chuckled

"Well," I took a deep breath in, "I think that…"

"Go on…"

"Mr Howell may be internet famous…" Helen started laughing

"What?"

"My cousin… She always goes on about his videos," I let go of her and turned around to face the wall, "I'm pretty sure it's true," I turned back round again to see Abbie and Gemma walking up through town to meet us, as soon as they saw me I ran, "Guys! I found out some interesting shit on Mr Howell… or should I say… Dan,"

"What?" Gemma raised an eyebrow

"He's internet famous," I breathed out,

"What?" Abbie giggled, "Heidi… how… where… what… how?"

"He makes… or _made_ videos on YouTube!" I exclaimed, shaking her.

"Well do you know his username!?" Gemma practically screamed in my face,

"Calm down woman, people are staring," I whispered sternly and grabbed her by the hand, taking her quickly to where Helen was standing.

"Heya guys, so I'm guessing Heidi told you?" She smirked

"Yes," Abbie grinned, "I would love to see this,"

"Well, we can't come back to mine to look him up because I'm really not supposed to have even left the house," Heidi sighed.

"Same," Helen replied, "And neither is Abbie," everyone slowly turned to look at Gemma

"Seriously." Gemma rolled her eyes, "my house it is then,"

_GEMMA'S POV _

"Ok, so his first name's Dan?" I confirmed as I opened Google on my laptop.

"Yes, Dan," Heidi answered, "Dan Howell," she slowly leaned forward to get a better view of the screen. My hands were shaking as I slowly began to type the name into the search bar.

"Come on, woman, hurry up," Abbie whined

"Sorry I'm going as fast as my nerves will allow," I muttered under my breath, to be honest the only thing I could focus on was finding out about Mr Howell… Well, Dan, I think I may have seen his videos before, once, with one of my friends maybe… I took a deep breath as I pressed the enter key. I stared at the results. My mouth dropped open, "Oh my word!" I exclaimed… I couldn't believe it.

**Author's note: Heya guys, Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been pretty busy, and also, sorry this is short, but I promise that the next chapter will be longer to make up for it, I hope you're enjoying the story so far, and please leave a review telling me what you think, thanks ^-^ Much love, **

**Helen xo**


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